Barb and I took a spontaneous trip to Bilipin in March to stay at an orchard. It was lovely because they provided local produce from their farm.
We ate, talked, swum, bushwalked and rested. We also had to place a vote at the local school hall.
A friend of mine is about two generations removed from indian descent. She would refer to herself as having "a little bit of cardomom" in her. I thought it's an apt phrase that also refers to my heritage and to one of my favourite things: food.
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